What ever Happened to that Pesky Flag

Well trendsetters this is a good news/bad news story, but first the good news.

Here I was(me the flag) getting desperate to find a way out of the ‘good ole USA’ when I blundered into a building which had the following options staring me in the face.

Option 1:



Not a good idea at all.

Option 2:




Way to go – Joe.

Unbelievable it was, what a ride and when we got out there some dude discovered I was ‘stow away’ and put me in a capsule which they jettisoned from the Shuttle.

However by a stroke of unbelievable luck, when I returned to earth, I landed in good old Queerland and was met by one of the locals who had a picture taken of us.




I told him the story of my travels and he never said a word, just picked up the telephone, made a call and said how much will you pay that flag, then packed me up and shipped me off to ‘mexico’
( B a s t a r d)

Well wouldn’t you know it, the dude with the ultra sore guts got hold of me again and took me up to the High country one day.



However he was tad sick and didn’t take to many pics.

Now for the Bad news.

Old sore guts took me up to the Pyrenees gathering on Sunday and after arriving there with me mounted on the JEEP and billowing in all my glory in the early morning light, some low down mongrel whipped me off the JEEP. (Yes! stole me).

I now appeal to this dirty, low down, flag stealing piece of cow dung to out themselves, come forward and admit the error of their ways so that I may be returned to my Mexican Guardian.

This will also be a cathartic experience for the aforementioned low life and allow closure for all concerned with this terrible incident.